You do not have to like the same things that “everyone” likes: avocado (tastes like phlegm), Method cleaning products (45 subtle variations of Motel Bathroom Scent), games in which balls are hurled, hooped, or walloped (professional backgammon, anyone?). You do not have to hate the same things that “everyone” hates: candy corn (tiny sunrise triangles […]
When someone would experience something satisfying but small, my Brooklyn-born friend would often say, “That and a token will get you on the subway.” “Grecca said I look spiffy today.” “That and a token will get you on the subway.” “I did not step in cat vomit a single time this week.” “That and a […]
Cats are, and are not, threatened by one another. The “are” involves natural resources. The “aren’t” involves superhuman strength.
If the whole world feels glittered with gold and white today, you’re not imagining things. It’s Betty White Day. And if you’re here, reading these words, I’m certain of this: you’ve been Bettied.
We’re a sudsy sink of sponges at Tabby’s Place, and we sop up each other’s feelings like it’s our job. Fortunately for our spongy hearts, we’re surrounded by cats who feel fabulous.
“There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun.” – Thomas Merton “You have a lot to learn, Tomcat.” – Every Cat Who Ever Lived
It has begun. But really, it began before any of us began to begin.
Bagel-brained editor’s note: When you see “At the knee of a wise adoptee,” you know: your author is an imbecile. No, no, no, that’s not quite right. Your author is an enthusiast who writes blogs in advance, so you shall remain entertained if she is kidnapped by pirates or brigands or Jeff Goldblum. Your author […]
If you’re old enough to read this, you have been exposed to the elements. One moment, you’re riding out in the country, listening to Aretha Franklin and feeling like fire. Suddenly, for no reason and every reason, the Wall of Sad hits. It sucks the air out of your lungs. It scrapes the skin off […]
It is a piece of ancient, not-entirely-accurate Tabby’s Place lore that every one of our residents celebrates their birthday on January 1st. You can understand the reasoning. In most cases, we’ll never know a cat’s actual birth date, except in the case of Kozmo, whose birthday has been scientifically proven to be every day called […]